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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Scott DeWar" data-source="post: 6074652" data-attributes="member: 49929">With a flippant hand gesture, she says, "Sure, sound perfect." She jumps up and skips over to the nearest drawing, labeled Sprite: Grig and her eyes light up and she squeals with joy, streaks of color shoot all along the wall, floor and rafters like streamers of rainbows. She covers her mouth as she turns and gives an apologetic look at the gentleman who is bringing her ale."Nii kahju Inn Master. So sorry."She continues on: nixies and pixies, Asrai, spring healed jack and finally she stops at a Centaur. "Oooooo, His chest, just like my da's. Not like horse chest. So many . . .", her voice trails off as she stands there.Suddenly she turns around and skips back to her table is waiting with a mug of mead. She sits and takes a sip and closes her eyes as she savors the flavor. After a few moments she stands with her mug and walks to  Mandyran. "So. Last night. Crazy, Yes? Blood moon."[ooc]whew. This character is a challenge. All that she is I am not. Not cricious, not non-chalant, not female. There, got that off my chest![/ooc]</blockquote>